Today is the third anniversary of my marriage to Hailey. I went home early, prepared a candlelight dinner, and waited for her to get off work.After I received Hailey’s call at nine that night, I felt a bit resentful, but more than that, I was worried about her. So, I hurried out to pick her up.When I arrived at the private club, a staff member asked me to change into a bathrobe.“What kind of rule is this? I’m just here to pick someone up.”I was confused.“Sir, we cater exclusively to high‑end clients. Entering in personal clothing may compromise the level of cleanliness and quality we maintain.”Eager to get to Hailey as quickly as possible, I had no choice but to comply. They took my phone as well.However, the bathrobe felt strange. It was too light and flowy, and it would not even close properly at the chest.Ignoring the discomfort, I headed straight for the room Hailey told me.The moment I pushed the door open, a curly‑haired woman in her fifties grabbed me and dragg
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